[A/N: As of now, I'm up to 28 reviews. I have to say, I'm truly honored.
Ally (ScoobyGal55) continues to spoil me and then some, and I'd love to
read your version of the story, or whatever you post! Also, to LaCasta:
your praise means a whole lot to me. I've been loving your fics since
forever! I got a lot of stuff congratulating me for writing a Pete fic as
well. Pete lovers unite!
I'm trying to satisfy everyone with this chapter. I'm going try to proceed with Webgirl's plot suggestion (see chapter 4 author's notes), but I'm also trying to please anya in the sense that Clark shouldn't walk in on Pete. So I'm trying. Any further desires from you guys (as far as the story goes, heh heh), please put in your reviews. I'd love to know what you want, so I can make this story the best it can be.
There are some sharp switches in POV in this chapter, plus a sort of confusing mini-flashback. I also borrow some terms and wordage from other fics I read. The ones I can remember are "Moving On" by MitchPell and "World's Finest" by someone who goes by ibenlaw on KryptonSite (the latter's from the last chapter), so if you recognize it, don't yell. Bear with me here. It's hard to put what I want it to say into my own actual words.
Please review! Even if you just skimmed it and vowed never to read it again, I still want to know everyone that's clicking on my little link!]
5. Run-in
:Pop: opens the entrance to explanation.
Clark wiped invisible dirt from his hands as he backed away from the crime scene. Brett hadn't been too hard to deal with, he reasoned. Clark still felt bad for putting the poor kid in the hospital, but he knew it was for the best. All of these similar situations were really toughening him up.
A minute or so later, he was back on the Kent farm, and ready for a late- night movie fest as he waited out the storm and the arrival of his parents simultaneously. Having the house to himself definitely had it's perks.
Suddenly, a wave of pain ripped through his temples. Clark cursed out loud, then braced for it to pass.
He had been getting inadvertent flashes of x-ray vision about twice a week now since the power had manifested two months ago. It happened usually at night, so it didn't interfere with school, but it still hurt. His mother had attempted to give him advice.
"Ride it out, like a normal headache," she had told him carelessly, as inscribed in the Women's Book of Motherhood.
"Um, Mom? Me? Normal headache? How the hell am I supposed to make that comparison??" Clark usually wasn't so tart with his parents, or anyone for that matter, but pain was a relatively new thing for him, and he wasn't dealing with it too well.
"Well, you're not getting any Advil, young man. I'm sure it'll stop eventually." Clark bit back a sarcastic comment about her past experience with x-ray vision. This was not the best time.
The flashes had been slowly decreasing, and this was Clark's first in five days. His eyes grew worn from wincing, so he slowly opened them and looked around. The rain had began to pour and dotted his eyelashes. The house seemed to be empty, the cows were resting in their stalls, and a skeleton ambled around the storm cellar.
[Skeleton?!]
Clark raced to the cellar doors and had to stop himself from prying them open with all his strength.
"Who is that?" he hissed, half-way angry.
Pete froze. Clark was early. The ship was uncovered. His friend was an alien. It was not the best of times.
Clark shook off the x-ray and stepped cautiously down the steps. The last time this happened, Ryan had found the intergalactic pod. Clark sincerely hoped that whoever this was hadn't made the same discovery.
Pete was stuck. He didn't know what to do. So he ran.
Clark felt a rain-drenched body push past him, and he turned to see Pete barreling out of the storm cellar as fast as humanly possible. He furrowed his brow and lunged forward to follow him, but stopped himself first. He wanted to reaffirm what had scared his friend so.
The alien proceeded down into the underground room and stopped short when he saw the ship, gleaming and revealed in the corner of the room. His heart sank. This wasn't good.
Clark reemerged to see Pete still racing down the driveway, waving his arms in the air. It would have been hilarious, under different circumstances.
For some reason, Clark let Pete run. He felt that Pete may need some time with this new information, and he'll catch up later. It's not like that would be a problem.
Meanwhile, Pete was in hysterics. His friend was an alien. That friend probably figured out that he knew all this. This friend also had superpowers. He would, no doubt, be out to get him in no time, making sure that he would never tell anyone, mob-style.
Suddenly, he stopped. What was he thinking? This was Clark we're talking about. The most mild-mannered kid he knew. Why the hell would he hurt him? It's not like he was homicidal like Brett. He just had certain knowledge. Right?
In any case, Pete knew just where to go for this kind of thing. It's not like he had a shrink (though he may need one, after this), and this was not the best topic for a conversation with the 'rents.
No, Pete was off to Chloe's.
I'm trying to satisfy everyone with this chapter. I'm going try to proceed with Webgirl's plot suggestion (see chapter 4 author's notes), but I'm also trying to please anya in the sense that Clark shouldn't walk in on Pete. So I'm trying. Any further desires from you guys (as far as the story goes, heh heh), please put in your reviews. I'd love to know what you want, so I can make this story the best it can be.
There are some sharp switches in POV in this chapter, plus a sort of confusing mini-flashback. I also borrow some terms and wordage from other fics I read. The ones I can remember are "Moving On" by MitchPell and "World's Finest" by someone who goes by ibenlaw on KryptonSite (the latter's from the last chapter), so if you recognize it, don't yell. Bear with me here. It's hard to put what I want it to say into my own actual words.
Please review! Even if you just skimmed it and vowed never to read it again, I still want to know everyone that's clicking on my little link!]
5. Run-in
:Pop: opens the entrance to explanation.
Clark wiped invisible dirt from his hands as he backed away from the crime scene. Brett hadn't been too hard to deal with, he reasoned. Clark still felt bad for putting the poor kid in the hospital, but he knew it was for the best. All of these similar situations were really toughening him up.
A minute or so later, he was back on the Kent farm, and ready for a late- night movie fest as he waited out the storm and the arrival of his parents simultaneously. Having the house to himself definitely had it's perks.
Suddenly, a wave of pain ripped through his temples. Clark cursed out loud, then braced for it to pass.
He had been getting inadvertent flashes of x-ray vision about twice a week now since the power had manifested two months ago. It happened usually at night, so it didn't interfere with school, but it still hurt. His mother had attempted to give him advice.
"Ride it out, like a normal headache," she had told him carelessly, as inscribed in the Women's Book of Motherhood.
"Um, Mom? Me? Normal headache? How the hell am I supposed to make that comparison??" Clark usually wasn't so tart with his parents, or anyone for that matter, but pain was a relatively new thing for him, and he wasn't dealing with it too well.
"Well, you're not getting any Advil, young man. I'm sure it'll stop eventually." Clark bit back a sarcastic comment about her past experience with x-ray vision. This was not the best time.
The flashes had been slowly decreasing, and this was Clark's first in five days. His eyes grew worn from wincing, so he slowly opened them and looked around. The rain had began to pour and dotted his eyelashes. The house seemed to be empty, the cows were resting in their stalls, and a skeleton ambled around the storm cellar.
[Skeleton?!]
Clark raced to the cellar doors and had to stop himself from prying them open with all his strength.
"Who is that?" he hissed, half-way angry.
Pete froze. Clark was early. The ship was uncovered. His friend was an alien. It was not the best of times.
Clark shook off the x-ray and stepped cautiously down the steps. The last time this happened, Ryan had found the intergalactic pod. Clark sincerely hoped that whoever this was hadn't made the same discovery.
Pete was stuck. He didn't know what to do. So he ran.
Clark felt a rain-drenched body push past him, and he turned to see Pete barreling out of the storm cellar as fast as humanly possible. He furrowed his brow and lunged forward to follow him, but stopped himself first. He wanted to reaffirm what had scared his friend so.
The alien proceeded down into the underground room and stopped short when he saw the ship, gleaming and revealed in the corner of the room. His heart sank. This wasn't good.
Clark reemerged to see Pete still racing down the driveway, waving his arms in the air. It would have been hilarious, under different circumstances.
For some reason, Clark let Pete run. He felt that Pete may need some time with this new information, and he'll catch up later. It's not like that would be a problem.
Meanwhile, Pete was in hysterics. His friend was an alien. That friend probably figured out that he knew all this. This friend also had superpowers. He would, no doubt, be out to get him in no time, making sure that he would never tell anyone, mob-style.
Suddenly, he stopped. What was he thinking? This was Clark we're talking about. The most mild-mannered kid he knew. Why the hell would he hurt him? It's not like he was homicidal like Brett. He just had certain knowledge. Right?
In any case, Pete knew just where to go for this kind of thing. It's not like he had a shrink (though he may need one, after this), and this was not the best topic for a conversation with the 'rents.
No, Pete was off to Chloe's.